Crashing Planes

Our Favorite Song

Chapter One: Our Favorite Song

This, can't get any better. Chilling with my friends in Sam's convetable, driving down a backroad. Without worry that we are gonna get pulled over for driving a bit to fast. By "a bit to fast" I mean 71 in a 63. Woops! Man, this is just too good. Did I just say this couldn't get any better? It did, our favorite song just came on the radio.

We pull in the gas station so that Sam could, obiously, get gas and so that Kaylyn could pee. "Heather!", Kailyn called to me before she got inside, "You want an energy drink? We got about 47 more miles until New York!"

"Might as well get me two then, I'm tired as fuck!" I repied, she laughed hysterically and went inside. It's those damn Methadones that her doc gave her, it's pretty funny seeing her fucked up like that. I'm not worrying, she wouldn't get addicted to that kind of stuff. She hates pot with a burning passion. Along with my friend Destiny. Also, I'm the one they need to worry about, I'm the adventurous, "Let's do this" and, "Let's try that" person in our group of friends. Hell, it took me three months just for them to even consider joining ths band. Look, now we are off to New York, I guess we are catching wind.

"Hey Heather, I have to pee. So, I'll be back out in a sec." Sam said to me. I think to myself "thank god!", because it's easy to distract Destiny, "Hey bestfreind!"

"Hey, there." She said in a prolonged and melow voice.

"Can you go see if they have the yellow kind of energy drinks?"

"Yeah, what are they called?"

"I can't remember, haha."

"Gah, fine, you're lucky I like you." She said sheepishly, and three... two... one... Bam! She's inside. I can finally do what i've been waiting 4000 miles for! A cigarette break! I grab my phone and head out behind the gas station. I light it up, and and get ready to call my mom when, this happens...

"Hey sweetie, you lookin' for some sugar?" a creaky voice says to me.

I answer in immediate thought of prostitution, "I'm not a fucking whore I'm just smoking a cig!"

"Nah sweetie, some sugar." He says as he holds out a bag of coke. For some reason the "No", i was going to yell at him couldn't come out for some reason, and all I said was,

"No thanks, I've never done blow before"

"Oh, well do you want to sweetie?" As before the "No" I wanted to say didn't come out. Before I could say anything else he has a line of dope out on a broken mirror. There is a moment of silence and staring. Eventually he hands me the mirror and a 50 dollar bill rolled up as a tutor. The reasoning of my actions that I had commited next was beyond me. I did the line.

I kept my head down in snorting posistion for a minuet or two. When I looked up, to say something to him, he wasn't there. There must have been something else in there, like maybe some molly, or... i don't know, but it hit me like a bag of rocks. My finger starts to burn, and it was then I remembered that I had a cigarette and it completely burned away. What a waste I thought, the I realized it was an entire cigarette, and I didn't hit it once. So, how long have I been back here!?

"Heather!.....Heather!!" I through my cigarette down and trip five times on my way around the building.

"I'm-cough-I'm right here!" I say as I trip over the air.

"What were you doing?" Destiny says in a worried tone.

"I was c-calling home g-guys"

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah....it's all good." We get in the car in wich Sam never left. We all get in, and I realize our favorite song isn't playing any more.